Where I was off me head on Friday night.
Went to the Sports bar at 5 after work and stayed till after the crowning of champions of another cork team this year, Come on Ciiiiiiiiiiityyyyyyyyyyy
and 12 pints later I decided that a trip to the offe and a shoulder of JD was purchesed and consumed. Now it was time to mmet up with the rest of Ul Kayak club in the Wicked Chicken in town and drink some more beer and a few jimmies. At the end of the night the Lobster Pot was stormed and food was had. Fish & Chip and 2 battered sausage.
Due to unforseen levels of drunkeness no taxi would accomodate us so one of my fellow drinkers ahad the good sense to phone one of our sober kayakers at home sick in bed to get off his arse and come into town and collect us. Several bumby minutes later I was back at me house with 4 solpadeine tablets n a glass of water. Cue sleep till 8.30 when I had 2 get up and load a trailer with kayaks. Once saturday mornings mission impossible task was complete went got some breakfast and drove home. My ickle bro was having his 21st that night. I manly volunteered to be taxi driver for the night and ended up driving all over the Cork/Kerry border for the night, put 15 drunken fools to sleep in my living room and with the help of me mam clean the house from drunkness in the shape wasted beer all by 7am sunday morning.
At this stage was a little tired and cranky and when i went to my leaba found that it was occupied by 4 little shites from Donegal. Left the bastards be as it was better to have those fuckers asleep instead of running about the house and waking up a hungover dad. eventually found me a couch and a blanket (thanks mam and slept for 6 hours).
Sunday saw the return trip to limerick only to arrive in stab city and notice i left my fecking wallet in cork
